Too Tired For My Life

Getting up in the morning
I’d rather be canoodling with a stranger
in my dreams
But work isn’t going to wait for me
As I push the duck feather pillows away
My bones ache with the strain of age
I would rather spend the day
Numbing my mind with soap operas
And stuffing my face with chocolate
Instead of going to meetings
Filling the bath with soap and water
I am exhausted
As lavender and vanilla permeate my senses
The urge to call in sick increases
But the hot water does little to ease my woes
Because the routine itself drains my energy
Work, home, friends, and so on
The same pattern, the same people,
I’m tired of this routine, I’m tired of my life,
I’m sick of these walls. I’d rather be somewhere else.
These thoughts fill my mind
As I sink further into the bubbles
Trying to escape from another round
Of self-loathing and regret.

The Beach

Charcoal sands is my only company
As I stare down the icy blue ocean

Flowing as the wind skinny dips in it
Whilst my thoughts are elsewhere

Wondering how many people have stood
In this sand admiring nature’s landscape

How many breaths have been inhaled here?
Questions without any answers

As I pick up a pebble and throw it
I wonder if my lover is across these tides

This beach is my anchor
In the chaos of my pursuit to find love

An action some people spend a lifetime on
But I know regardless of the outcome

I can always walk on this sandy panacea
Without sadness and without judgement.

K.G. Munro is an author and poet. Here are a few of her writing credits: Oddball Magazine, Poetry Potion, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Splendeur Magazine, Green Ink Magazine, Feversofthemind and so on.